19.11.2018 - 19.11.2018
After more than 2 weeks relaxing and resting in Pokhara today was the day to move on. I could have stayed sitting by the lake eating and drinking for another week but I was beginning to get slightly restless.
I caught a local bus to Dumre and then another to Bandipur. The local buses are always"an experience". They start off packed full of people and then stop every few hundred yards to cram in a few more. Bags of fruit and veg, along with boxes line the isle (no livestock on today's bus).My ruck sack was thrown onto the roof rack without any tying down. The road is so potholed and bumpy and twisty it was amazing the bag didn't fly off along the way. There was local music blasting out of a crackly speaker. The overtaking on blind corners, with the horn constantly sounding, never fails to scare the shit out of me. Sleep is not possible, but a kind of acceptance of the situation and some sort of calmness washes over after an hour or so.
Bandipur is a lovely very old small village up on a hill, part way between Pokhara and Kathmandu. I'll explore tomorrow. I met a nice Swiss lady on the second bus and have been hanging out with her this afternoon. It's nice to swap stories of travels and treks (she has just finished some of the Everest trekking I hope to do in March). It's also nice to have company whilst drinking beer in the evening, which I am about to do.
Excuse yet more selfies! Views are from my hotel.